Edited by "Blue Eyed 5ft Angel"
It was bizarre! I will never understand how or why it happened. It must have been the thrill of the unknown. The titillation of something wicked, daring, or sinful... but it happened.
We crossed over those boundaries leaving our lives forever changed.
It wasn't planned. We never discussed it and in my wildest dreams I never believed I would have allowed it to happen.
It was just another summer outing with Tom and Sharon. We have been best of friends from the moment they moved into the neighborhood. The event was nothing out of the ordinary, except our children were away, and it was just the four of us. A pleasant evening with a soft breeze blowing off the water that whispered through the trees. The big orange sun was starting its slow descent onto the horizon as our husbands gathered firewood. They were talking guy stuff occasionally glancing our way.
"Gail, I bet those two are up to no good." Sharon said with a laugh. "Watch out, I'm sure they're up to something sneaky."
"Undoubtedly!" I countered laughing along.
I was seated on the only bench and Sharon was sitting on the blanket as the guys started the fire while mumbling to each other.
Once it was lit Bob cozy'd up to Sharon instead of coming to sit beside me.
I laughed at the foolishness, starting to protest when Tom slipped in behind me, putting his arm completely around my chest pulling me back into him.
My eyes were probably big as saucers as I watched my husband nibble and whisper something into Sharon's ear.
She just stared at Tom while I stared at Bob.
"We decided to play a little game of dare." Tom announced coyly adding. "To see who has the most guts!"
"Well why don't you guys play it by yourselves and give Sharon and I a break." I said trying to wiggle loose from Tom's grasp.
He held me firm and I was resisting... until I saw Bob plant a kiss, then a lick on the back of Sharon's neck. That's when I gave up the struggle!
Sharon was speechless as Bob looked over to us with an expression of, "OK Tom, your turn."
My capture slid his hands down releasing my second button, pulling my blouse forward and peering down the front at my breasts.
Shocked wasn't the term for it. I should have jumped up at that moment, yelling they were crazy but before I could react to my absolute outrage at what Tom did Bob was running his hand over the open part of Sharon's tank top letting his fingers slide along under her neckline.
Her jaw dropped as she looked straight ahead while Bob, with a strange smile on his face dared Tom to go next.
What was happening here?
"Stop this!" I yelled. "We can find something better to play."
A new game was not what they had in mind.
Sharon tried to stand, but my husband held her back.
"What are you doing? We're not playing this game." I shouted in what turned out to be a meager protest as I did nothing to stop Tom while he took his time with the rest of my buttons.
I, like Sharon, was captured in the trance of not believing this was actually taking place.
My shock at seeing her nipples swell and her breathing became shallow as Bob's hand continued to move back and forth across her chest while they watched Tom with me only added to the confusion.
Why was this happening and why was I....?
Just then I felt my blouse being tugged from the waistband of my shorts.
It was now Tom's turn and for the first time I realized there was a swelling in the front of his jeans. Perspiration was forming on my body, my hands were shaking. I was definitely aroused.
Tom opened my shirt spreading it back to my shoulders.
My thin bra provided a better view to Bob and Sharon than to Tom, but I knew if I didn't stop this game instantly his hands would soon be fondling me.
I wanted to pull my blouse together and run, but before my muscles could react I became mesmerized watching Bob's hand move to one of Sharon's thin straps pushing it off her shoulder.
Her eyes clamped shut as the neckline of her top caught the hardened nipple, stopping her breast from becoming completely exposed.
Caught up in the watching, aren't you?" Tom whispered in my ear, as I was riveted on the actions of my husband.
My mind suddenly snapped to the realization that voyeurism was the fuel that was driving this perverted scene.
Bob again proceeded to follow the neckline with his fingers squeezing her nipple as his hand crossed over her breast.
A gasp of air escaped Sharon's lungs, her breast now exposed Bob proceeded to play with her.
It was Tom's turn now.
My stomach was doing flips and my emotions were running out of bounds. I was mad, jealous, turned on all at once. Payback time, I reasoned... Bob deserved what his best friend was going to do next.
My outlandish thoughts hadn't completely registered when Tom's hands were at my shoulders pulling my blouse off. I made it simple by dropping my arms and letting it fall of its own accord.
His fingers make speedy work unclasping my bra and I didn't stop him as his hands followed around my sides, under my arms, seizing my breasts.
Shrugging my shoulders forward I allowed my bra to fall away so they could watch Tom mauling me, squeezing and twisting my nipples between his fingers. I loved the look on their faces, but it was only fleeting seconds before Bob had Sharon's other strap pushed off her shoulder and was leaning in sucking on one erect nipple then the other.
Tom continued to play with my breasts as we watched our mates.
Sharon's head was thrown back while holding Bob tightly to her breasts.
Bewitched by their actions I stood and faced Tom pushing my belly towards him.
No words were needed he knew what I wanted and started unzipping my shorts.
"Your turn to watch us." I sang out undulating my hips into Tom.
I was horrified as the words came tumbling from my mouth. This wasn't me! How could I have said that, but I stood there letting Tom proceed.
Once he had my shorts over my hips he slid his hands under my panties, playing with my ass.
I put my hands on his shoulders arching my back to place my nipples in reach of his mouth. My shorts dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of them using my foot to flip them towards Bob in a taunting gesture.
"It's your turn." I said perching my pantied bottom down on Tom's lap.
Neither said a word as Sharon stood up.
Bob reached under her skirt jerking her panties down to her knees.
Her legs weakened as my husband's hands slid up Sharon's thighs disappearing under her garment.
The smell of her aroused sex became obvious as she latched onto Bob for balance.
It was our turn.
Tom stood me up but I stopped him before he could remove my panties. This had gone too far!
I needed to shock my husband into reality so he would call a halt to this little game.
I removed Tom's hands from my waist and reached for his zipper hoping this would do the trick.
The reaction I wanted never came. Their expressions were daring me to continue.
My mind was out of control when I reached in grabbing Tom's cock, pulling it out into the cool night air.
I kept waiting but nothing was said so I continued, using both hands to rub and stroke it while pulling his cock to my lips, kissing the end, letting them see my tongue run over the tip.
I turned looking for the jealous reaction that would stop this whole perverted scene, knowing if it didn't come quickly under the unwritten rules of this game I would have to continue licking Tom's swelling cock.
Not a word, just the sight and smell of lust.
I reluctantly took Tom's organ into my mouth and sucked for a few brief moments.
"Your turn!" I blurted out pulling his cock from my mouth as his precum spun a web from his tip to my lips.
Oh My God! I wasn't thinking clearly. There was only one act beyond this and I just gave them permission... My husband and my best friend!
Tom's knees were wobbling as he came crashing down onto the bench when I realized I was still rubbing his cock while watching Sharon push Bob over onto his back on the blanket.
She unhooked his pants pulling them and his underwear completely off.
I could see Bob was rock hard as Sharon grabbed his cock straddling him. Her skirt covered their movements as she worked around on top of him. Her hand was still under her skirt.
Maybe she was positioning his manhood so as not to let it enter her.
All of a sudden her eyes closed, her mouth flew open and she sat very still before a slow but deliberate rocking motion began as she leaned back placing her hands on Bob's thighs for support.
My head was spinning. This wasn't happening. My best friend wouldn't be screwing my husband right in front of me!
